Chapter 35
Everything is an illusion
"Illusion, this must be an illusion!"
Yan Qingyan was horrified.
How could zombies appear in the world of immortal cultivation? !
The style of painting has changed suddenly!
"Oh haha~ I get it, it's a fake! It must be a fake!"
Yan Qingyan's heart was shaken, and she quickly tried to find a way to calm herself down.
Don't panic at the critical moment!
"No, that's not right. A fake can only appear if there is a genuine product. How can something without a reference appear out of thin air? Could it be that zombies also appeared in the ancient times of the cultivation world?"
"I know! It's an illusion! It must be an illusion!"
Yan Qingyan's eyes flickered and countless thoughts flashed through her mind in an instant.
Yan Qingyan murmured, "What is the common sense of illusion? That's right! Illusions cannot cause real harm. As long as we find the source of the illusion and break it, everything will be restored to normal."
Yan Qingyan punched the palm of one hand with her other hand, looking like she was about to start a fight.
There were no plants in the passage, so Yan Qingyan's plan to sense the source of the illusion through the plants failed, and she could only fight on until the end.
"Vine whip!"
Most illusions are caused by illusion formations, and you can break them by finding the center of the formation.
Another way to break the illusion is actually simpler. As long as the person who is under the illusion is sure that everything in front of him is an illusion, the formation has been mostly broken, and then he can just push it away violently.
Yan Qingyan felt a little puzzled. Was she not confident enough?
Just as she was thinking this, two zombies in front of her suddenly jumped over, and their black claws attacked towards Yan Qingyan.
"Level 5 zombie?!"
Yan Qingyan was shocked and dodged quickly.
When she subconsciously dodged...
"Huh?" Yan Qingyan was stunned, and at this moment she finally understood why the illusion remained unchanged.
If she was really sure that the scene before her was an illusion, why would she dodge?
Thinking of this, Yan Qingyan stopped and used her shoulders to withstand the attack of a level five zombie.
"Tear~"
It hurts so much!
"It's different from what the book says!!!" Yan Qingyan raised her middle finger to the air.
Seeing another zombie attacking, Yan Qingyan quickly evacuated to the side.
In front, the rest of the zombies also attacked one after another.
"All level five?!" Yan Qingyan's eyes almost popped out.
Their faces both resembled the level 5 zombie that killed her in her previous life. How unlucky!
Yan Qingyan's face turned pale and she felt the wound on her shoulder go numb. That was a sign of the zombie virus invasion!
"It's worthy of being an ancient relic. The simulation is quite realistic." Despite the danger, Yan Qingyan did not forget to talk nonsense.
Dozens of level five zombies stretched out their black claws towards Yan Qingyan. As a last resort, Yan Qingyan used her ultimate move again.
"The realm of the thousand-thread vines!"
The moment she waved the zombie away, Yan Qingyan turned around and looked behind her.
Endless darkness had spread to her feet, as if it was going to swallow her up.
Yan Qingyan swallowed secretly.
She had a premonition that if she dared to run back at this moment, something even more terrible would happen.
There is a powerful enemy ahead and no way to retreat behind.
"Is this the rhythm of a last-ditch battle?"
Yan Qingyan suppressed her wavering mind and the urge to hide in space.
Zombies, there's no way they can be real!
She is sure!
More zombies rushed towards her, making hoarse and ugly roars. Yan Qingyan opened her eyes, ignored all the zombies, and walked straight towards the passage ahead.
Buzz——
At the moment when the zombie's claws touched Yan Qingyan's chest...
All the zombies in front of him disappeared, the passage returned to calm again, and the first corner appeared.
"Tear it! It hurts so much!"
Yan Qingyan covered her shoulder, and large amounts of blood flowed down her arm to her feet.
Throwing a rejuvenation pill into her mouth, Yan Qingyan secretly adjusted her spiritual power to quickly heal her injuries.
Water and wood spiritual powers both have gentle attributes and healing effects.
Yan Qingyan stared at the wound on her shoulder, her face becoming even more confused. "What's going on? Didn't they say that all injuries will heal after the illusion disappears? Since what happened just now was an illusion, how could it cause real damage? Why hasn't the wound changed at all?"
Oh, there are changes too.
The only change is the disappearance of the zombie virus.
Yan Qingyan's eyes flickered and she murmured in a low voice, "In other words, what just happened was both an illusion and not completely an illusion. Only if you are sure from the bottom of your heart that it is an illusion and are not afraid of any fatal damage, can you break it. If you can't do these two things, then all the attacks you received before were real damage?"
"Tear~"
Yan Qingyan took a breath quickly.
No wonder, I have never heard of the assessment in ancient ruins being related to illusions. Spells that can cause real damage are no longer considered illusions.
If it weren't for the zombies that appeared this time, she wouldn't be sure whether the enemy in front of her was real or fake.
Yan Qingyan turned around and looked behind her.
Behind her was a stone wall, on which was carved a strange-looking spirit beast, somewhat like those recorded in the Classic of Mountains and Seas, with its mouth wide open and its eyes facing Yan Qingyan.
"What are you looking at? You want to eat me? If you have the guts, crawl out of the stone wall!"
Yan Qingyan raised her middle finger again and said with a smile.
The stone wall remained motionless.
The darkness that was pressing behind him has completely dissipated.
Yan Qingyan stood up and walked to a stone room, then slowly pushed open the stone door.
"Let me see, what treasure is inside?"
......
The other side.
Ling Mochen was nervous as he watched Yan Qingyan walking towards him step by step.
Yan Qingyan said with a smile: "What's wrong, Mo Chen? You disappeared in the blink of an eye, making it difficult for me to find you."
She blinked her eyes, and her movements, habits, and expressions were exactly the same as Yan Qingyan's.
but......
Ling Mochen touched the seed on his sleeve, but there was no movement.
'It's not Qingyan,' Ling Mochen thought secretly.
"Where were you just now? I sensed that your breath disappeared out of thin air." Ling Mochen asked tentatively.
"It's you who disappeared. You promised to protect my back, but you dared to break your promise." Yan Qingyan continued with a smile, "How should I punish you for breaking your promise?"
In a flash, Yan Qingyan walked to one meter away from Ling Mochen and suddenly launched an attack, "Wooden Thorn!"
Ling Mochen, who was prepared, suddenly dodged to the side.
He took out the seed from his sleeve and used all his wood spiritual power to activate it, attacking the fake Yan Qingyan on the opposite side.
Bang!
"uh-huh!"
Fake Yan Qingyan was stabbed in the shoulder, and she screamed in pain, her body beginning to twist and change.
A spiritual beast with white and transparent parts and two long and thin ears appeared in front of Ling Mochen.
"A first-level fantasy beast?!" Ling Mochen whispered, with understanding in his eyes.
Spirit beasts such as phantom beasts can transform into various forms and attack by confusing the monks' vision without warning. They can be found all over the Xuan Gan Continent. Many beastmasters are keen on making contracts with such spirit beasts, but their numbers are too rare and it is difficult to encounter them on a normal day.
Seeing that Ling Mochen was not deceived, the phantom beast quickly called for its companions.
A huge stone door appeared out of nowhere at the other end of the passage, and one phantom beast after another jumped out of it.
Dozens, hundreds... they are still pouring out of the stone gate. I wonder how many there are? !
With so many fantasy beasts appearing at the same time, Ling Mochen also felt a little troubled.
The darkness behind him was gradually approaching. The monk was extremely sensitive to the crisis. He knew that at this moment he had no choice but to fight and there was no way of retreat.
A long sword appeared in Ling Mochen's hand, pointing straight forward.
"Get out of the way! Don't block the road!"
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